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Inspiration: Evanescence

Flickriver: Most Interesting Bugs

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The dissipating misty morning fog and the afterglow of dawn’s early light fade and gradually vanish from sight. Flashes of iridescent blue quickly appear as a dragonfly skims across the water and glistens in the sunlight. Morning glories stretch and yawn unraveling their splendor in early morning to all too quickly fade after only a few hours pleasure.


In the midst of it all lie remnants of an enchanting dream, perhaps even a nightmare, reflecting particles of hope within rainbow thoughts. At the end of day, the shimmering soft silver essence at twilight embodies a romantic mood as soothing as the mysticism of song.

Evanescence

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Between dawn and sunrise

Where time seems to stand still
The sun not yet visible
Ascends in slow motion until…

Sunlight scatters along the horizon
Where clouds catch the first rays of dawn
Erupting into a blaze of color
Only heaven could possibly spawn

Standing on the edge of silence
A sense of calm penetrates the soul
Hovering between darkness and light
Sheer magnificence to behold

Between sunset and dusk
Day’s last light seems to stand still
The sun barely visible
Descends in slow motion until…

Intense color splashes across the horizon
Where the sky catches the sun’s last rays
Illuminating a thin veil of haziness
Below the clouds that are now ablaze

A silhouetted figure lost and alone
Against the pending backdrop of night
Grasps the last red-orange rays of the sun
Fervently kissing the day’s twilight

With radiant images now past
The world becomes shrouded in gray
While the twinkling of night’s first stars
Engulfs the glories of the day

catnipoflife ©2012
Sharla Lee Shults

Lessons in the Evanescence from a Dragonfly

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“Don’t be afraid of the shadows, that only means there’s a light nearby.”
Evanescence

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Inspiration: catnip

 

Awareness of the world around you is the soul of inspiration. It’s like catnip : stimulating to the senses or relaxing like a sedative. Opportunities present themselves  throughout the day  and night or through an eventful time in life allowing emotions to escalate or simmer, much like the effects of catnip on the cat!

Stop! Look around: observe, listen, embrace, breathe and savor the simple things of life – those that surround you everyday, those that heighten your senses or calm your mood, those that say “We are the little things that make a difference.”

What has inspired your thoughts today?


 “When imagination meets creativity, awareness is intense, inspiration is born.” ~catnipoflife

 

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The World of the Extraordinary

Sometimes it is silent
Yet its still voice is heard
Sometimes it is swift
Like the flight of a bird

Sometimes you miss it
Other times its voice is clear
Sometimes you wonder
Is it far away or near?


Sometimes it is bright
Yet hides inside shadows
Sometimes you find it
Openly in meadows

Sometimes you feel it
Without slightest of touch
Sometimes it whispers
Inspiring as such


Sometimes it is alone
Or so it seems
Sometimes it is shared
In life, in dreams

Sometimes it is real
Often it is imaginary
It is the pulse of life
The world of the extraordinary

“If you let yourself be absorbed completely, if you surrender completely to the moments as they pass, you live more richly those moments.”
~ Anne Morrow Lindbergh

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At the Heart of Awakenings

A new post, This Day in History, has been added to catnipoflife’s sister site, Awakenings. While there are many events that took place on this day, June 25, two are showcased on Awakenings: Battle of Little Bighorn and American Civil War.

Also included is A Prelude to Indian Uprising, which offers insight into the devastating treatment of the Native American Indian. Depicted in poetic verse is The Trail of Tears: one of the saddest episodes in American history. Totally overlooking the Native American Indian in the “All men are created equal” clause of the Declaration of Independence, this episode brutally closed the curtain on native American culture.

Some people no matter how old they get never lose their beauty – they merely move it from their faces to their hearts.” ~Martin Buxbaum

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Inspiration: Meeting the Challenge 3

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Precious Moments: That is the challenge for this week!

Each of us is rewarded at some point in time with moments we deem simply precious. These moments stay with us stored away in our mental scrapbooks to be revisited as necessary through smiles, giggles, and sometimes even tears. Sweet memories!

Like the times the kids fought over whose cookie had the most chocolate chips. What a sight as they picked out the chips one by one just to prove a point! The next batch of cookies I dared anyone to start picking it apart threatening to bake non-chocolate, chocolate chip cookies. [ha-ha] I did decorate each one with a smiley face from then on, which brought on even more smiles and giggles, each delicate cookie equally branded!

Precious moments gently cradled ready to take flight

Meet the challenge! 

What warm, fuzzy stories do you have stored in your mental diary?  Think about it: Recollections of such precious moments might just trigger a poem, a story, a personal reflection.  After all, it is such accounts of life that keep us going, always on the alert for that next precious moment.

“Cherish those precious moments because they did not happen by plan or design
but by feelings, hunch, chance, fate, destiny or just the need to say hello
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o a particular person at that point in time.”
~Author Unknown

Precious moments
Seconds in time
Treasured memories
Stored in the mind

Frets & falls
Tears have their place
Heartwarming smiles
Remnants of grace

Stories amid laughter
Echo & resound
Playfulness of heart
The true common ground

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©2013 catnipoflife
Sharla Lee Shults

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Hugs Sent Your Way. . .

From catnipoflife

 

“Hugging has no unpleasant side effects and is all natural.

There are no batteries to replace, it’s inflation-proof and

non-fattening with no monthly payments.

It’s non-taxable, non-polluting, and

is, of course, fully refundable.”

~Author Unknown

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Personal Reflection: To my Husband

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As you lay weak and weary in the hospital bed. . .

i take your hand

i take your hand
to ease the pain
lend comforting words
for hope to remain

i watch you sleep
restful it seems
questions surmount
nightmares or dreams?

that impish grin
the one i do adore
implies a dream
perhaps of the seashore

a time together
jumping waves, kicking sand
moseying along
side-by-side, hand-in-hand

suddenly the grimace
followed by a shout
grabbing sheets, drawing knees
imply nightmares about

what is it that lurks
in the shadows that bind?
are you searching, seeking
erasers of the mind?

gasping for breath
a soft whisper in your ear
reassures the moment
you know you’re still here

ever so cautiously
struggling to see clear
a soft kiss on the cheek
lets you know i’m near

. . .watching and waiting ’til you are able to come home again.

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Inspiration: What is your blueprint for writing?

Inspiration and Imagination –                                  A Blueprint For Writing

An open window’s unique view
Thrusts awareness upon you
Look up, look down, look left, look right
Inspiration lies in plain sight

Make note of what you see
There’s magic in imagery
Spirits of inspiration
Whisper through imagination

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catnipoflife received a most gracious invitation from Aditya Samitinjay @Like Lite Life to write an article on inspiration. Aditya is currently studying Medicine. His interests are based in Sports, Reading, Writing and Music. He is an ardent fan of Liverpool FC, delves into the Rock ‘n’ Roll world and usually writes at his personal blog Mental Health and Lifestyle Tips. You can also catch up with him on Twitter (@foralitelife) and Facebook (/likelitelife).
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I invite you to read the article @

http://www.likelitelife.in/2012/06/inspiration-and-imagination-blueprint.html

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Inspiration: Red Wigglers?

[After reading this post, be sure to go to . . .echoes of the past. . . and read the poem
papa, mr. catfish and me!

Oh, I can just hear you now! WORMS! UGH! You shiver and squimishly shy away! But, WAIT! Don’t be in such a rush; there is actually a good reflection going on here. I do believe the reason this hit me last night is because throughout the entire day yesterday, my dad was heavy on my mind.

What a great man! He loved the out of doors and was his happiest either fishing on Lake Seminole or playing golf. He was also an avid hunter but that seemed to be put aside as he approached his senior senior years. How I loved the times he would take me fishing! The day before we would go digging for worms and set out early the next morning for the lake with his fishing boat in tow. No fancy rods and reels, just simple cane poles and the red wigglers for bait. He let me know right away he would not be baiting the hook for me. No, sir! He said he would have enough to do to keep his own pole baited and in the water.

There are no pictures of us in the family album but this is a very good replica of Daddy’s fishing boat. Could not find a photo of Daddy/daughter fishing!

Once on the water we road around and in a short while stopped at one of Daddy’s favorite fishing ‘holes’. With poles in hand, the first task at hand was baiting the hooks. I would shut my eyes and hesitantly dip my hand in the bucket coming out with a handful of squishy, wiggly worms. I would just look at them twisting and turning trying to crawl out of my hand in search of good ol’ Mother Earth. I would look over at Daddy silently hoping he would say, “OK, little girl, let me take care of that for you.” But, silence prevailed as he carefully tended to his own hook. I knew he was watching me out of the corner of his eye. Even his pipe could not hide the sly grin.

I carefully selected the prize worm and put the others back in the bucket to await their fate at a later time. Mother had already taught me how to sew so I decided I would just pretend I was threading a needle. [Not a very good analogy, I know.] Anyway, with the wiggly, swiggly worm between my fingers, I held my breath and voila managed to get it hooked without losing my breakfast. Whew!

Alas, with that done, I took a deep breath, sighed, smiled at my dad, and said, “At least the worst is over.” Oh, was I in for a surprise! With a flip of the line, the little worm hit the water, “Splash!” Dad and I sat in his fishing boat what seemed like forever but was probably no more than ten, maybe fifteen minutes. He glanced my way, asked if I was hungry and I said I would pass for the time being. After handling the worms, thoughts of eating just did not seem very appealing. Another ten, maybe fifteen minutes passed.

I squirmed, shifted in my seat, yawned (we hit the lake at dawn) and tried not to seem too bored or impatient. After all, I was nine years old and a girl for heaven’s sake. I should be home with Mother in the kitchen or playing with my baby dolls. Right? No way! I was like my dad and absolutely loved the outdoors. We both had looked forward to this day.

Of course, you know mine was no where near this big but to me it was the biggest catfish in the lake!

Then, it happened! It started with a slight tug on the end of the line. The tiny cork began to bobble up and down in the water, disappear and reappear within a matter of seconds. Daddy laid his pole aside and gently put his arm across my shoulder. The pole began to bend and I just knew it was going to break as it curved into a half moon. With a quick jerk, Daddy set the hook and helped me bring in the grandest catfish I had ever seen! I squealed with smiles and giggles as most girls do and wanted to jump up and down but remembered we were in the boat. That would have to wait until we were ashore. I was so excited but all I could do was simply stare at this huge fish with a half-eaten worm dangling from its mouth who appeared to be staring right back at me.

Oh, do you remember a little while ago my mentioning I was in for a surprise when I thought the worse was over? Have you figured that out yet? Yep, the next step was getting the fish OFF the hook. Of course, Daddy would not let me do that by myself since I was a novice and he did not want me to get finned. But I was required to watch diligently so I could learn the perfect technique for later fishing trips. With that task out of the way, we continued fishing for awhile, catching a few more catfish, and decided to end the trip with a ride around the lake.

After a few hours, we returned to shore, Daddy loaded the boat on the trailer and we headed for home. We talked about the fishing trip and how there would be more times like this one. I could not wait to get home and tell Mama about MY fish. That would come later, much later, for little did I know at the time that first the fish had to be CLEANED!

My daddy, Chester C. Lee, on the left and my uncle Carroll on the right

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To all Fathers. . .

“I talk and talk and talk, and I haven’t taught people in 50 years what my father taught by example in one week.”
~Mario Cuomo

A true father is a hero
In a special sort of way
He’s always there for comfort
Throughout the night and day

He picks you up
Gently when you fall
He’s there to help
Whenever you call

Questions always arise
Answers he’ll always know
Agreement comes and goes
Sometimes yes, sometimes no

He sees you make mistakes
Helps you overcome fear
Provides encouragement
Every day of the year

He’s full of wisdom
More than you know
That reality sets in
As you grow and grow

His heart is filled with passion
Passion for love and life
With eyes forever watchful
Protective during strife

When you least expect it
He’ll catch you by surprise
You’ll know what’s in his heart
You’ll see it in his eyes

©2012 catnipoflife

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